In the evening, Moore went to ask the castle guards, and learned that they had been allowed to meet Viscount Puran. The two of them didn't want to lose time, so they wanted to guard the pass, and then walked straight in.

The tower where the lord lived was originally called the Watchtower, but now it is the only inhabited tower in the vicinity, so it is called the Tower of Light. Inside is a well-ventilated hall, which is affected by the terrain and is blown by a breeze all year round, so it is not as humid as the outside. There are six huge fireplaces next to the wall, one every ten bricks, and it must be very warm when all of them are lit. All but the one closest to the lord were now extinguished, and the cold dust was constantly floating like feathers in the breeze.

Four spear guards in short cloaks guarded the gate and Viscount Puran who was dining, and the master here was sitting behind a huge board table with food in front of him. The Viscount was about forty years old, and when he was upright and energetic, although he was not tall, he moved quickly with his hands and feet, and chewed quickly when he ate.

"Your Excellency Viscount Puran, Your Lordship. As he got closer, Siegel spoke.

"Sit, take the plate for the guest, and pour the wine. "Viscount Puran's eyes were grayish-white, like sand mixed with milk, and they looked a little cloudy. His voice was short, powerful, slightly hoarse, "It's been a long time since I've seen a knight from outside, huh? I heard it's Heimling, right?"

"Yes, I'm Soth, a freelancer from the Heim realm, and this is my squire Mo. ”

The Viscount gestured to the cheese, bread, cold meats, and fruits on the table, and then raised his glass: "I hope my food here will satisfy you, but do you want to drink red or white wine? But if you want, I've got it here. ”

"I'm willing to help you. So it's good to try mushroom mead. My companion would have asked for some water or milk. ”

"Aha. Still a doll. The Viscount took a slice of ham and stuffed it into his mouth, and then beckoned to the servant and said, "Pour a glass of mushroom wine for the knight of Soth, and give the boy some water." Hurry up!" He turned to Siegel and said to him, "Do you know what happens to the goats that eat mushrooms? They don't produce milk at all! So you just have to wean and drink water, hahahaha!"

Siegel was expressionless, but nodded slightly in thanks to the servant who brought the food. Mocked Moore, he didn't say a word, and clenched his fist hard under the table.

Wait until the drinks are served. The lord waved his hand and motioned for everyone to leave. The servants walked away quietly and quickly, and only one of the guards was left at the door. Viscount Puran leaned back in his chair, knife hanging upside down, and stared at Siegel as he chewed the meat in his mouth.

"Try the ham, it's a local pig that grew up eating mushrooms, and it tastes very different. ”

Siegel took a bite, completely unintelligible. "Viscount Puran. As far as I know, pigs don't eat mushrooms. ”

He chuckled softly. "You know. Since our family occupied this wasteland, there have been many rumors outside, that mushrooms raise pigs, mushrooms feed sheep, and even our chickens here eat mushrooms to lay eggs. He picked up a piece of yogurt, swallowed it in a big gulp, and took a sip of red wine. "You're funny, you have some brains, and you don't brag about patting horses. What are characters like you doing in this fringe corner of us?"

"My lord, Baron Siegel, has a task for me, to come here to find a mage named McGonagall and to retrieve a book belonging to the Mage Confederation in her possession. With a calm expression, Siegel broke open the bread and placed it on his plate, adding a few more pieces of ham.

"I also want to know where she is, so I can hang her with my own hands. The lord replied, "The weather here that I used to have good weather and suddenly get shrouded in this damn fog is the problem of that hateful woman. Damn mage!"

"Did she escape, did she hide?" Siegel decided to push the lord into a corner, "Do you need our help?"

"Hah, you two?" said Viscount Puran, his gray eyes, "do you know how big the wasteland is, and you can't see anything in this mist, what to look for, to die? ”

"The city of Mir doesn't need the two of us for the time being, the Southern Coalition has long been defeated, and the castle of the surrendered lord has been settled. ”

"Yes, I've heard about you. Viscount Puran threw away the knife: "Are all mages like this?

"My lord is a knight of honor. Siegel took an apple, snapped it open with his fingers, tossed aside half of the pit, and looked at his plate with satisfaction. "The lord of the south did not measure himself, and he broke his head and bled on my castle, and burned his armor. I just hope they don't be hopelessly stupid and know how to learn some lessons. ”

This is a threat, Viscount Puran knows in his heart, but he doesn't eat it. He raised his glass and shouted, "Let's toast, for victory!"

"For victory. Siegel took a sip, his mouth filled with sweet taste.

"Suo...... Knight Si, I'm in a remote area, and a lot of the news is hearsay. Your lords are said to be small?"

"It's almost twenty, and he just became a father and gave birth to a young lord. ”

"Oh, that's news, it's a great thing. Viscount Puran said, "But it's bad news for me, I want to marry my daughter to him." ”

"It's a coincidence, but it shouldn't affect the friendship between the two lords," Siegel said, "The Baron would be very grateful for your help in this lost and found incident." ”

"Help?" said Viscount Puran with a shrug of his shoulders and indifferently, "what can he give me? I am barren here, but I don't have to worry about food and drink, and no one will be interested in this land." I don't need his gold, he doesn't need my mushrooms. A mage who was born as a sailor, it is better to live his life honestly and not run around. ”

"Indeed, His Excellency did not run around, for he knew that if he did, the whole south would be alarmed. Siegel smiled, "Uther and the Southern Coalition can't support him for more than a day, and he really shouldn't run around." ”

"Are you threatening me?" Viscount Puran slapped the table, and the plate clanged.

"No, I'm stating the facts. Siegel raised his glass and took a sip of mead: "In our case, threatening others is another way, such as sending a poet to the enemy hall to sing 'The Day of War'." But don't worry, I have a bad voice and can't sing that song. As I said when I first came, we are here to find people, to find books. ”

"And as I said earlier, McGonagall can't find it!"

A faint smile remained on Siegel's lips: "If it were an ordinary lord, he would accept your words and leave with disappointment." But my host wasn't, he said McGonagall was here, and it must be here. ”

"Let him find it himself!"

"Are you sure, my lord?"

Viscount Puran snorted and touched his mustache, his gray eyes flickering. After a while, he shouted, "Tell me the barbecue, how can you eat it cold?"

The servant hurriedly pushed open the door, put a large piece of roast horse meat with a charred skin and a blood-red inside, and then retreated in a panic. This time, Viscount Puran waved his hand, and even the guards at the door were withdrawn, leaving only three people in the huge room, standing by the fireplace that was about to be extinguished.

"Baron Siegel wants a book?"

"Yes, Master McGonagall borrowed a book from the Federation, Moonlight Moya's Scroll, and never returned it. Baron Siegel's teacher asked him to get the book back, so he sent me. ”

"What is this book for?"

Siegel shook his head, "I would never ask a mage that kind of question. ”

"Hmph, mysterious. Viscount Puran waved his hand, and then said, "Since I didn't come to McGonagall, but just a book, then I'll tell you that this book is gone." ”

"What does that mean?"

"If I tell you that McGonagall is in my dungeon, I've searched all of McGonagall's stuff and there's no book in it. Viscount Puran sliced through the charred horse's flesh, and the knife and plate rubbed against each other with a screeching sound. "If I say, McGonagall must have something hidden in it, and it's exactly what I want, but she just won't say, what do you think should be done?"

"So, you arrested her for this?" Siegel methodically cut off a piece of horse meat, blood running down the plate. "I've heard that you've declared that this fog was caused by Master McGonagall, so you're wanted. ”

"It can only be the mage's ghost. As for this mage and that mage, what is the difference? Maybe the culprit of this fog is your lord: Siegel, if you think about it, this fog has given him great benefits, and now all the goods from the south want to go out, they have to be brought through his heim, and life must be good, right?"

"If you are a formal accusator of my lordship, then in defense of his honor, I will fight you in a duel. Siegel put down his knife and fork and looked at Puran coldly.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just saying that I can make it easy for you in this matter, as long as you can cooperate with me. Viscount Puran said, "You see, you want to find a hidden book, and I want other treasures that may exist, and that in itself does not interfere. I'm going to let you go and see McGonagall, and your job is to trade this book for her freedom, and get her to tell you where she's hiding, and then tell me. ”

"And then?"

"You take your books, I take my baby, and McGonagall gets her free. Everybody's benefiting, isn't it?"

Siegel looked at Viscount Puran, at the greed and smugness in his eyes, and nodded.

"I tell you a secret passage that leads down from the Weeping Tower to the cell. Puran said, "Go down from there!" (to be continued......)

PS: It's two hundred and fifty chapters, hehehe